Alidor and Calista. Being an excellent New Song, much in Request at Court, To an Excellent New Play-House Tune.

[...]SInce first my heart did feel the smart, of fair Calista's charming Tongue; No [...]joys it could to it impart, my flaming passion was so strong: But still my grief, beg- [...]ging relief, which mov'd her pitty not in vain; For ne'r was known, by anyone, so [...]charming and so sweet a Swain.

II.
Her fancy found some Charms abound,
in Alidor, which she oft said;
Which often did his senses drown'd,
but ah! they were too soon betray'd:
For as her passion still did move,
and urge her fancy to comply,
The Fates which often crosses Love,
divided my poor Swain and I.
III.
She still in brief, declar'd her grief,
but ne'r durst with her love comply,
Which forc'd her tears to beg relief,
from Loves incessant Cruelty:
Yet with that Art, her yielding heart,
dessembled what her eyes discry'd,
And rather choose to Embrace the Dart,
then e're be any others Bride.
IV.
But ah! what comfort can this give
to my poor heart that's rent in twain,
Nay, it were better dye then live,
then live to see my self in pain:
Although she says she loves so strong,
that none can with her paralell,
Yet why should I my self thus wrong,
when I may in Embraces dwell?
V.
But hold, I think it were unjust,
to use such Acts of Tyranny,
I'le rather be confin'd to Dust,
than break my Faith and Constancy:
Ne'r shall Calista have to say,
Alidor e're shall prove unkind,
I'le be a Martyr e'ry day,
sooner then ever change my mind.
VI.
My pains are sore, and now therefore,
my love once more shall be reveal'd,
To she whose Beauty I adore,
who knows at length my love may yield:
It did appear his love did hear
those words which he in sorrows said,
Then willingly she did comply,
for Cupid now her heart betray'd.
VII.
Love here's my hand at thy command,
Calista I thy love will be,
Now let us not disputing stand.
I will forsake the world for thee:
They both unite in true delight,
and love in e'ry vein doth flow,
She felt the smart of Cupids Dart,
at length whether she wou'd or no.

Printed for J. Deacan, at the sign of the Angel in Guiltspur-street: 1684.

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